The late George woolnoughWorked on High StreetAnd lived on Manners52 years he sat on his verandaAnd made his saddlesAnd if you had questionsAbout sheep or flowers or dogsyou just ask the saddlerHe lived without sinThey're building a library for him

Time is a travllertenterfield saddler turn your headride again JackarooThink I see kangaroo up ahead

The son of George woolnoughWent off and got marriedAnd had a war babyBut something was wrongAnd it's easier to drink then go crazyAnd if there were questions about whyThe end was so sadWell George had no answers about why a sonEver has need of a gun

Time is a travellerTenterfield saddler turn your headRide again JackarooThink i see kangaroo up ahead

The grandson of GeorgeHas been all around the worldAnd lives no special placeChanged his last nameAnd he married a girl with an interesting faceHe'd almost forgotten them bothBecause in the life that he leadsThere's nowhere for GeorgeAnd his libaryOr the son with his gunto Belong Except in this song

Time is a travellerTenterfield saddler turn your headRide again JackarooThink I see kangaroo up ahead

Time is a medlerTenterfield saddler make your bedFly away cookatooDown on the ground emu up ahead

Time is a tale tellerTenterfield saddler turn your headRide again JackarooThink I see kangaroo up ahead